Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow novel Chapter 497

Chapter 497: Snow’s Disguise

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Chapter 497

~Snow’s POV~

Following Glacier’s advice, I left the restroom quietly and returned to my room to change. I slipped into a loose black hoodie and pulled the hood up carefully, making sure it covered every bit of my fading hair.

I rummaged through my pack until I found the pair of reading glasses I barely used—tinted enough to dull the glow in my eyes.

I studied myself in the mirror again.

The disguise worked. Mostly. I still didn’t recognize the man staring back. But he looked enough like me to pass.

My stomach twisted again—less from pain and more from the pressure of secrets piling beneath my skin.

I inhaled deeply, tucked my hands into my pockets, and walked back to the meeting room.

The conversation had already resumed, the other Alphas standing in a semi-circle around the digital map, discussing tactical placements.

As I walked in, every head turned.

Alexander raised a brow, Draven paused mid-sentence, and Zeno tilted his head as if trying to decode what I was wearing.

Xavier, ever perceptive, narrowed his eyes slightly but said nothing.

I grinned, adjusting my fake glasses as I slid into place beside them. "Don’t mind me. I’ve been on the road for days, traveling between packs. I guess I’ve developed a cold or something. My eyes aren’t so good right now. They hurt."

Draven’s expression softened immediately. "We’ve indeed stressed you. It is understandable if you want to sit this one out and rest."

I shook my head. "No. I’ll see it through. And by tomorrow, I plan to make one last trip home."

"To your wife," Alexander quipped with a smirk.

The entire room chuckled, and I found myself smiling in return as I shoved my hands deeper into my hoodie pockets.

"Alright," Xavier said, glancing between us all. "Let’s carry on. And Snow—thank you. I really appreciate the effort you and Zara are putting into this."

I nodded. "We’re all in this together."

The planning resumed. Tension lingered in the air, but the mood had shifted slightly—lighter, easier, like the bonds between us had deepened. And by the time the final notes were saved and the tactical overlays shut down for the evening, someone—Zeno, of course—suggested we blow off steam before nightfall.

"Let’s not go to bed with spreadsheets swimming in our heads," he said. "I vote for an alpha-level outdoor brawl. You know, keep the egos in check."

"Or inflate them," Alexander muttered.

"Same thing," Zeno grinned.

Surprisingly, Xavier agreed. "Fine. The weather’s good. Let’s use the east field. There’s gear and space, and Alpha Killian’s just arrived. Might as well let him join in."

"Killian’s here?" Draven blinked. "He made it?"

"Got in during the last hour," Xavier nodded. "He’s warming up already."

By the time we reached the field, Alpha Killian—broad, tall, and always dressed like he just stepped off a fitness magazine cover—was stretching with a few of Xavier’s elite guards. He flashed us a grin.

"Gentlemen," he said, cracking his knuckles. "Ready to find out who’s the slowest Alpha in the kingdom?"

"You mean besides you?" Zeno teased.

We broke into teams. Nothing too serious, just a hybrid of tag and endurance trials designed to test speed, agility, and reflexes.

Xavier’s estate was equipped like a pro-athlete’s dream—multi-terrain zones, obstacle courses, and digital scoring boards.

I didn’t remove my hoodie.

They made fun of me for it. I laughed it off again, muttering something about catching a chill. Still, when the whistle blew, I launched myself into the match like nothing was wrong.

The game was fierce—Alpha egos weren’t built to lose.

The game began with an easy sprint. Just a warm-up round—or so they thought.

Alpha Killian shot forward like a cannon, darting through the obstacle zone with fluid speed. Draven ghosted to the left, barely making a sound as he moved with precise, calculating steps. Alexander wasn’t far behind, weaving through the poles with surprising agility for someone a decade older. Zeno crashed straight into the course with all the grace of a tank, clearing barriers with sheer muscle rather than finesse.

And me?

I let them think I was playing catch-up.

I kept my hood low, my movements measured. I didn’t want to draw too much attention too soon. But the energy building inside me—it was impossible to ignore. It wasn’t just adrenaline. It was... sharper. Clean. Electric. Like my limbs weren’t bound by the usual fatigue or hesitation. My senses felt heightened. I could hear Killian’s breath pattern change when he slowed for a corner. I could predict Alexander’s next step just by how his foot slid over gravel.

By the second round, the terrain changed. Muddy inclines, rope walls, high jumps. The course rotated challenges faster now, forcing instinct to take over.

Zeno grunted behind me as he misjudged a turn, crashing into the low barricade. "Damn wall’s lower than it looks."

I vaulted clean over it, barely breaking stride.

Killian was in front—at least, for now.

But then came the aerial rings.

I leapt. My hands caught the metal bars and I swung my body with fluid ease, skipping every second ring. It was too slow otherwise. I landed hard on the next platform, crouched, then launched forward again. Killian cursed behind me as he swung, slightly off-timing one of his grips.

Draven narrowed his eyes as I passed him in the agility sprint. "Been training secretly, Snow?"

#1 – Alpha Snow – 5:42

#2 – Alpha Draven – 6:01

#3 – Alpha Killian – 6:14

#4 – Alpha Alexander – 6:25

#5 – Alpha Zeno – 6:42

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